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"Let's go, Niall. The plane's leaving!"

I knew I had to let him go. I didn't want him to go to England. He's my best friend. I hugged him one last time. As I pulled away, I looked up into his blue eyes. I smiled weakly. He smiled back at me, and I bit my lip, to keep myself from crying.

"Promise you'll call me every week."

"I promise, Laura, don't worry."

"You won't forget me, will you?"

"Of course not! How would I, honestly?" He laughed, and I punched him lightly.

"Hey, you never know," I said, a blush coming to my cheeks. "Good luck, by the way. I'm five-hundred percent sure you'll get to the finals, maybe even win."

"Don't put your hopes up that high, Laura. I'm really not that good," he answered. I rolled my eyes at him. "Look, I really have to go. I'll call you when I get there."

I sighed. "Fine. Have a nice flight, and don't forget to fasten your seatbelt," I said, grinning, as he finally started walking over to where he'd go into the plane.

I waved goodbye, then ran back to the car, with my dad trying to keep up with me. Cassie and Linda walked calmly behind him, chatting about the boys in the football team. I finally let a few tears slip, since no one was looking at me.

*end flashback*

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I searched for it in the darkness, knocking down some books and my clock. Finally, I felt the case of my old phone under my hand. I brought it to my sight as fast as I could, then checked the number: unknown caller. I picked up anyway. It could be an emergency.

"Hmm?" I grumbled, turning my light on and picking up the clock. It was six AM, for heaven's sake!

"He-" I cut the person off.

"It's freaking six in the morning," I said, a bit more concious. "You woke me up! And anyway, who are you?" I would've hung up, but I really was curious at who had called. Probably something important, to call so early in the morning.

"I'm s-sorry, Laura... I, uh, just wanted to.. er.." I almost laughed at the stutterer, and I would have, if I hadn't recognized the voice. Maybe I didn't recognize it. I was obviously still sleeping and this was just a dream.

It couldn't be. He hadn't called in the past year or so, since he had traveled to that stupid place to become famous. It was a dream. He now had new best friends, every girl falling in love with him. It was a dream. Niall wasn't on the phone, since he would obviously be enjoying his precious life with his perfect bandmates. It was a dream.

But it wasn't a dream. At first, I just stared wide eyed at the ceiling, not knowing what to say. When I didn't feel utterly confused anymore, I sat up and smiled at myself in the mirror. I was happy for the phone call. He hadn't forgotten me, after all. Calling at six in the morning wasn't very nice, though.

"Uh, hi Niall. Sorry for that. I... didn't know it was you," I replied, blushing. Thank God he wasn't here to see it. I heard his laugh at the other side, which made me smile wider. Soon it faded away. "I thought you were having a better time without me. You know, since you haven't called in a while?" The laughing stopped abruptly, obviously because of what I had said.

"What? Laura, I meant to call. I'm sorry-" I then heard other guys' voices in the background, laughing, and then silence. Yeah, he had forgotten about me. Those guys - what were they called? Whatever - were much funner than me. He liked them better. Niall Horan had replaced me.